8.the tour around town

Reese’s P.O.V.

I looked at Caleb’s truck, which looked old and worn. It had rust spots and dents scattered across its body, but somehow, Caleb looked at it as if it was his most prized possession. A trade I had never seen on a professional athlete, men who used to drive the latest and most expensive cars around.

huh… yet another surprise to show me that he is different…

“What’s the story about this truck?” I asked him, trying to stir the conversation away from our kiss that had just happened. I mean… I wanted to start singing hallelujah and dance the foxtrot in full honesty, but I wasn’t planning on making the guy turn around and run for the hills because he would understand just how bananas I really was.

but boy oh boy… that kiss

that kiss had been something else…

something else entirely.

Caleb chuckled as he took his hand and rubbed it on the back of his neck as if somehow, the subject of his truck made him feel shy for a reason that I couldn’t quite understand.

“It was my grandfa